All characters depicted in this story are 18 years old and older. Enjoy!
Elora walked into her hamlet's forest to look for supplies to replenish the stock for her storefront. Her sister, Tessa, and Elora sold medicine and plants foraged from their forest in their merchant district. Elora and Tessa have always taken care of each other. When Elora was 18, her parents left them on a journey to a new world, hoping to find fortune. Elora and Tessa have been on their own for the past four years since then. In the absence of their parents, they have both grown and established a life and small wealth in their hamlet. She was fond of the hamlet she grew up in. She knows everyone in the town as she grew up with them. However, her interactions with her fellow villagers have dulled over the last several years. At least the prospects of romantic relationships with the men in town. However, there was no shortage of travelers that always came through. Their hamlet was near a main artery that cut through their lands. These men often frequent their town's tavern. She has always been fascinated by them. She thought about these men while she walked alone through the forest. She found the bed of mandrake while the sun was set low in the sky, peeking through the dense forest.
She had wondered where they had traveled from and where they planned on going, but mostly, she loved passing by the bustling tavern because of the reactions she always received from them. Elora's skin was tanned from her work foraging in the woods and in the outdoor marketplace. Her once lean build had developed generous curves with age. She loved the way her corsets hugged and slimmed her waist and displayed her full breasts and soft hips. Her deep brown eyes matched her long hair that freely skimmed her waist. She's heard many of these men mutter in frustration about how she was a tease or the delicious, dirty things they would make her do if they got her alone. The thought shot straight to her core. Truthfully, Elora, got excited when she heard these things. While she has not had many lovers, she enjoyed seeing the euphoria in their eyes when she would bring them to pleasure with her tight, warm body.
She enjoyed the pleasure she shared with her lovers. However, her own pleasure has always been short-lived. Her lovers, while enjoyable, seldom satiated her voracious appetite. And the travelers always left. She longed for someone to satiate her and ravage her the way that she always left the men she'd laid with. Her core tightened at the thought at being taken roughly from behind and moaning loudly. She then pictured a tanned, muscular hand fisting her hair, pulling her hair back as her pleasure crests and releases throughout her body.
She snapped out of her daydream as she pulled out the last of the mandrake roots in the bed of forest ground. As she looked ahead, she spotted what looked like mushrooms growing on an old willow tree. She ran her fingers gently over the cream-colored, fleshy mushrooms, feeling for the right spot to cut it off the tree. While she finished harvesting the mushrooms on the bark, she heard a rustle in the bushes. Her eyes darted to a shadowed pocket of the woods.
"Is someone there?" she called out. There was another rustle and then the crunch of twigs. She felt like something or someone watching her. She followed the sound deeper into the wood that she had not gone into.
"Hello?" she called out into the darkness. She wore her a pale-yellow tunic over her corset and an inky blue skirt. Her skirt kept getting caught in the twigs and shrubs below. She stopped following the sound to release her skirt from a tangled bushel of thorns.
When she rose, she noticed the moon and stars above illuminated the path in the woods, but she didn't realize how quickly the sun would set or where her digressions towards that sound would have taken her.
In the distance, she saw a light that she thought was from a small cabin. The only indication was a small pathway and clearing of the wood that led to the way to the light. She smelled something in the air. All of a sudden, the air got heady with a mist that made her mouth water. It smelt of jasmine and the earth after rain and burnt wood. Was this coming from the cabin? She asked herself.
While she was used to smelling these scents in the forest, it created a harmonious, intoxicating scent together. She knew of lone cabins that were built in the woods. Often, they were vacant and overturned. However, this one, while rustic looking, was well taken care of. Why haven't I noticed this cabin before? She thought.
She started walking towards the cabin, where the scent seemed to be more and more prominent. Something stirred in her lower belly. It had been weeks since she had laid with anyone. She has often resorted to bringing pleasure to herself on most nights. Why was she thinking of this? Why was she aroused all of a sudden? Her arms and legs felt heavy, and now, with the sky an inky blue, she thought how she should go home right away. Or, she can go to this cabin she has never seen that seems to be luring her and tugging her to come in.
Come closer. It seemed to say.
Before she could stop herself, she tried the knob on the door, entered, and stepped into the cabin. That intoxicating scent came fully washed over her as she took in the space. The cabin was dimly lit with candles. She scanned briefly over the small cooking area that she stepped into and over to a seating area surrounding a fireplace. There, kneeling in front of the fireplace, was a man staring right at her. He looked young. Maybe a few years older than her. He had dark, nearly black hair and golden skin. He had a ghost of stumble growing on his strong jawline.
"I'm sorry. I did not mean to intrude. I got lost and found this cabin. I should have knocked." She said hastily.
"It's quite all right. The woods can do that." He said deeply. He ran his gaze over Elora. She thought about how he was not surprised to see her. Just curiously studying her.
"I'll be on my way." she started.
"You should not head out by yourself this late, my lady. Besides, you look like may need to unwind," He said, rising to his feet. His comment took her aback. She looked over at herself. Her skirt was covered in twigs and leaves, and her hair was no longer neatly bound in the ribbon she wrapped it in this morning. He was tall. Nearly half a foot taller than Elora. He wore a beige tunic with the sleeves rolled up, showing his muscular forearms. He wore earth-toned, tapered pants that suited his golden skin.
"Elora", she corrected him. "Have you always lived here?" she asked as she stepped closer to him.
"No, I'm a merchant who needed long-term lodging that the inn could not accommodate, so I have been staying here for the last week. Alone." He explained. His voice was low and graveled. She liked his voice. She thought about what it would feel like to hear his voice close to her ear, telling her she was a good girl while she rode his cock.
"Oh." Is all Elora said as she tried to distract from her mental fantasy. Her flushed cheeks felt hot. "Are you planning on staying here for long, sir?" she inquired.
"I think I will." he said slowly. "And it's Ronan. You can call me Ronan." he asked taking a step closer as she was still flushed pink. The edges of his lips were slightly upturned. Did he know, where her mind had just been? He dipped down to the table nearby, picked up a cup, brought it to his lips, and slowly sipped the tea that softly wafted steam.
